It's Da' Bomb

Once again it was Burrito Night. The beans were mashed, the tortillas ready, all the little bits prepared. The table was set out on the porch for outdoor dining. Yet when I reached for the Tabasco, it was gone. This was not good. How can one eat a burrito without something hot to tickle the taste buds ? Somehow we had run out of Tabasco. Burritos without Tabasco are still nutritious, but lack that certain something, you might say they're not so hot.
But then I remembered, there, covered with dust was "Da' Bomb". Oldest Daughter is a world traveler. She visited The Big Easy long ago before Katrina worked the place over and brought me this little bottle of "Da' Bomb". I suppose, since I consider "Texas Pete" to be little more than Fortified Ketchup, she decided to fix my wagon, as they say. I was told to carefully take a speck of this stuff on the tip of a toothpick, and touch it to my tongue. Fortunately, I resisted my macho impulses and followed her direction. It was a good thing. This stuff makes Pepper Spray seem harmless. I once used some in a bowl of Pintos, and foolishly used almost a whole drop.
But this was an emergency, so I blew the dust off, and took a chance. The secret is to use very little, just a touch stirred in with a toothpick is plenty. And it worked. My Burrito was muy sabroso.
And this morning I was reminded again of that wonderful meal, several times.